I am quickly realizing that I am spoiled and expect everything to be handed to me including a counter intuitive love that is beyond explanation. I am slightly afraid that I will never again be satisfied. That that only romance exquisite enough to satiate my fickle palette are those gut wrenching, irrational love affairs that make you bleed desire and hate. Perhaps I am jaded and broke. Perhaps I am searching for the Bermuda Triangle, the Loch Ness monster and Jesus Christ all in one man. Perhaps the answers I thought I possessed are a delusion based on an ideal I thought to have believed. Til death do us part or until boredom sets in.

"...only unfulfilled love can be romantic"